Oh, captain, my captain! Our sinister voyage is over,
Our ship weathered the stormy waves safely, and the reward we sought has been won.
The port is not far away, I have heard the bell, and thousands of people are cheering and shouting.
We faced our boat and went home peacefully. Our ship is magnificent and brave.
But, heart! Heart! Heart!
Oh, red blood drops are flowing,
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
Oh, captain, my captain! Get up, please listen to the bell,
Get up, flag, for you, horn, for you.
For you, the shore is crowded with people-for you, countless bouquets, ribbons and wreaths.
For you, the bustling crowd are calling and turning their eager faces.
Here you are, captain! Dear father!
Under your head is my arm!
This is a dream on the deck,
You fell, you died, and you became cold.
Our captain didn't answer. His lips were pale and silent.
My father can't feel my arm, he has no pulse, no life,
Our ship has anchored safely, the voyage has been completed, and it is over.
The victorious ship returned from the sinister journey, and what we sought has been obtained.
Cheers. Oh, the coast! Ho, oh, Hong Zhong!
However, I moved my sad steps lightly.
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
Two/(American) Mark Roudman
I chose the ladder.
Its movements are a little stiff, but it is still relatively fast.
Wait for the elevator.
On the roof, I lost a lot of long-term deception.
Besides, I am often late and always fall behind my parents.
Like a stuntman.
I was running and was pushed by some devil.
Embarrassed by my dullness.
Raise the stairs of the next Jewish rally.
When a window appears in the bridge.
On the wall of the stairwell
A real window is like a picture on the wall.
Reach the sky
Blue fragments are leaning and resting.
Through the wall, something like a leaf opened.
Tremble suddenly
Like a long rustle.
Broken in the backward street view
Clouds, antennas, towering water. ...
I don't think we are ecstatic.
Even deep down.
I can't fight for my son.
Become my spiritual pillar
When we went down the stairs,
Those expressions on Yun's face are absolutely contemptuous.
One night, a boy my age.
I saw him dragging his feet.
And pedaling backwards is close to autumn.
The downward escalator ends when it is placed on the ground.
As fast as a sawtooth in raw meat
blade
With his hands, with his attention, with his profession.
Slander a rabbit
Make a stupid turtle a star
I measured the depth of diving accurately.
Finally caught his imbecility.
He looks exhausted.
But it always floats on a very shallow sea level.
//Printed by Nick Laird (USA)
My life doesn't seem to be planned;
Restart, apply for a job, play a poem
Put it in my briefcase.
And the bridge connecting Sao Paulo
Comparison of Ivy in Cities
Its skin is a little peeling off.
On a page of newsprint
The sprinkler shook its head and spat.
It is changing; No one is watching:
The crane with open hands is ready to hug.
Gooseberry tree, wheat urine bread and toothpaste.
There is a plane passing on it.
I have no idea as deep as fog. Imagine this:
How can I chew hard?
Cardboard and garbage.
But when they say it,
This is exactly what they mean. Come on in.
You're dead.
Your palm has no weight,
You are a tired gray.
With a hook, you go through my mouth,
There is still some love here.
III/May-May Barzen Bruges (USA)
Get up while sleeping and work.
What will numb you?
Is that Cupid standing on the wall?
Animals, an owl, a frog.
Open their eyes like mirrors.
Look at this strange land
When insight enters a dream,
One day later, there will be an event to illuminate it.
Your stream of consciousness happens at the same time
Asymptote, flying in harmony
An owl opened its eyes and went deep into the forest.
For the first time, I wrote to you:
I don't want to know about you and your misfortune.
//Throw stones at birds/(USA) Roger
Let me ask you, who are you?
Who buried the bones of your ancestors into fossils?
Free you from their bodies.
Into meat and feathers, and wings
Stop the sky
Which one are you? Although marble
Floating beautifully as white.
However, flowers bloom in the pond all summer,
You are like a bird in winter.
With a hard crystal lamp
You are cardinals.
With hazy wings and agate eyes
Like granite in the reflection of midnight.
You are a piece.
Pure obsidian.
Which one are you?
Which river are you from in heaven?
It seems that your form is unique.
With a sacred message
You are a vanishing cream.
Rub it on the face of the midday sun.
Let me ask you, who are you?
Who crossed my death?
It seems to open a window.
And your mysterious voice
But singing outside my life
Let me live a free life now
You are my forever projection stone.
//Ba Jin/(USA) Allen
I saw the best idea of my ruined generation.
Starving to death from madness, starving to death from hysterical nudity,
Drag them across the street at dawn, looking for a fixed life.
The ancient sky was associated with starry night.
Who sits on the heights of poverty like a rag's eye socket
Smoking in supernatural darkness
A chill floated over the top of the city, watching jazz.
Who brightens the crumbling roof of naked Islam?
Who passed the university with brilliant eyes?
Arkansas and Blake, who created hallucinations, played tragedies in the war.
Who was expelled from the college for publishing obscene poems in the window?
Who will shrink in a room with messy underwear?
Burning waste paper and their money, listen.
A horrible sound coming through the wall. ...
IV/(USA) terrance
If you lose less,
You can go back to childhood:
Chalk on the blackboard
It says this cross.
I am grasping everything and taking root.
My world is like a dome-shaped coast.
So smooth and moist
The lyrics are asking: How long will your door be open?
Around one thigh of the image
I like a snake.
Bruce will never leave pop music;
Half of their rotten fragrance is bloodshot.
Items in groups of eight are called
Son, are you listening?
You are asking for trouble.
When I love
But you like the way the earth falls.
You are a very small balloon, tied tightly. I like it.
Look, there is nothing in the sky but myself.
So is the only person I love,
As long as I sit and look at her
My eyes have never left heaven.
My love words have no cautious spirit.
But I like that kind of romance
Yes, baby.
I'm lonely, I'm depressed.
//I ran very fast in May/(USA) Harvey
Rain falls in a post-romantic way.
The head and toes of the planet are folded horizontally.
Under the carpet, we have a way to get our bodies.
Crossing. The translator is making a notice.
Twenty horses are like twenty sweets.
Support you.
I did what I said. You need me.
I mean me in general.
The drinks we drink are stimulants.
In the spoon, the ceiling whirled wildly.
The old world smokes in the fireplace.
The angry woman is wearing an ostrich hat.
//Wounded/(America) Eng pedersen
Colds come from all corners.
It's snowing.
On the train, Europe looks like
A fragile romantic poem
At the end of the lake
Their black moon-
The lost eyes are moving.
Roses may lie on the ground,
Around a completely ordinary house
Including a completely ordinary family.
And then suddenly my favorite blood oozed out.
Snow water, a white bandage.
……
Annabel Lee
Edgar allan poe (1849)
Many years ago, in a kingdom by the sea, there was a girl you might know. You might know her name was Annabel Lee. Her nicknames are Annabel Lee and this maid, and she has no other ideas. This girl in this world wants nothing but to love me and be loved by me.
I was a child, and she was also a child. At that time, we were all children in the seaside kingdom. In this seaside kingdom, we love with a kind of love beyond love, but our true feelings are hard to find in this world. My love with Annabel Lee makes Seraphim in the sky and even Seraphim in the sky envy our love.
This is why, a long time ago, in this seaside kingdom, in this seaside kingdom, a gust of wind blew from the clouds at night, and the night wind blew from the clouds. Freeze my beautiful Annabel Lee. Freeze my beautiful Annabel Lee. So her noble relatives came, her noble relatives, took her away from me, took her away from me. In order to put her in a grave, they put her in a grave, in this kingdom by the sea. In this kingdom near the sea.
Angels are not half as happy in heaven. How can we be happy in heaven? -We are jealous of her and me.-So angels are jealous of us, yes! That's why (as we all know, yes, that's why (as we all know, in this kingdom near the sea) the wind came out of the clouds, and a cold wind blew, which killed my Annabel Lee. Frozen to death my Annabel Lee.
But our love is stronger than that of many people in love. Some people are older than us, and some people are smarter than us, but our true feelings are beyond the reach of this world. Angels are in heaven, whether they are high angels or not. Whether it's a demon under the sea or a hidden demon, my soul can't separate our souls, beautiful Annabel Lee. Me and my beautiful Annabel Lee.
Because the moon never shines without my dream, the bright moonlight will bring me a beautiful dream every night, about the beautiful Annabel Lee; Dreaming of my beautiful Annabel Lee, the stars will never rise, but I feel the bright eyes of beautiful Annabel Lee, even at the starry night; I can still feel her eyes glowing, so I lay beside her all night. In the long night, I lay beside her-my love-my love-my life and my bride, in her seaside grave, in her seaside grave. In her noisy seaside grave. .........